Kuya bought a wireless router--so now I can be on the internet anywhere in the house, I guess. Isn't that terrible? Now, it's tempting more than ever to dork out on the internet. God, help me. On the other hand, he bought a cable so that I can connect Dad's DV camera to my computer. I've added some clips from my Europe 2003 trip to my computer, and I hope to make a decent film with it this summer. Kuya has joined me on the whole filmmaking thing. He made a slideshow from our Europe trip pictures to some sad song by The Get Up Kids. It's well done.
Still haven't found a job. Typical. I know I don't want to work with food--I just don't want to handle it and all. I have an application for this thrift store near my house, but Kuya doesn't want me working there because all these punk guys with piercings work there, and I think I'd be the only teen girl working there. When I went to shop for some bowls and get an application, I only saw middle-aged ladies working there. I found a cool bowl, by the way. It's made in Japan and is shaped like an open flower. It's green, one of my favorite colors.
Signed up (paid up, more like it) for an casting call sort of thing for extras. I get access to this search engine that would help me find locations where they are filming near me and are in need of extras. It's 5 bucks a month. I figure I might as well give it a try since I am down here for the summer.
Hung out with a friend of mine, C., the other day. It was swell. We were at Starbucks, talking, enjoying our coffee. She lamented over her boy problems, and I lamented over my lack thereof. But we both rejoiced in how glad we were to grow up in an environment that stressed independence--in other words, both of us were not allowed to date until college, and, if that wasn't enough, were sent to an all-girl's private Catholic high school. We were glad though. We both knew, at that moment, who we were, what we were made of, and what we wanted of this world. It was beautiful, like stars exploding, or the sun racing into the sea.
Was this possible because of the way we were raised, or because we had it in us all along? I want to believe that it is both.
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thanks chaunce. i'm really flattered. sure, you can borrow it just as long i'm rightfully quoted. haha.
yeah, i wonder if working with a certain food would make me hate it. i guess that's why i don't want to work with food. i side with you on the boba starbucks thing. i think i'd be ok working there too.
i totally agree with you, that's really sad if you don't know who you are without your boyfriend. it's like you're not even an actual person if your bf completes you. i think you have to be completely your own person before you become part of someone's life.
oh yeah, hood luck on your finals! you'll do fine, and i'll pray for you totally.
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